Niya pov,

Ian is 2 and a half months old now. We are celebrating his every month to mark our moments. My days are tiresome, but life was so blissful with my two boys.

“Ian!! Don’t, stop rolling!” I shouted, pulling him back on the bed to complete his dressing. He grabbed his short and smacked it back on my face. As I made an angry face, this little monster giggled, raising his tiny feet.

“Just like your dad! Don’t you want to wear anything? Have some shame... Idiot!” I scolded pulling his leg making him wear his shorts. Somehow I managed to do it. It’s a battle to get...